One last glance from a taxi cabImages scar my mindFour weeks've felt like yearsSince your full attention was all mineThe night was young and so were weTalked about life, God, death, and your familyDidn't want any promises,Just my undivided honesty, and you said

I am the patron saint of lost causesA fraction of who I once believed (change)only a matter of timeOpinions I would try and rewriteIf life had background music playing your songI've got to be honest, I tried to escape youBut the orchestra plays on, and they sang

Oh oh, things are gonna change now for the betterOh oh, things are gonna change

Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from youLines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me throughDismantle me down (repair)You dismantle meYou dismantle me

Give me time to proveProve I want the rest of yours (prelude)Call this a prelude to a lifetime of youIt's not that I hang on every wordI hang myself on what you repeatIt's not that I keep hanging onI'm never letting go

Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from youLines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me throughDismantle me down (repair)You dismantle meYou dismantle me